Post by autumnftw on Oct 20, 2010 23:10:29 GMT -5
Jane: You don't like the way I drive.
Lisbon: You're being childish.
Jane: You'll see. Honesty's best.
Lisbon: I try.
Cho: I could arrest you for that.
Lisbon: Please, would you stop that!
Jane: Much too melodramatic.
Cho: Look, a goat. Goats are signs of Satan.
Lisbon: Oh hi, when did you get here?
Jane: Kid's a natural. Look at him. The Cho. No business like Cho business.
Minelli: Now we're arresting them. Hooray.
Jane: You'll never take me alive, copper.
Lisbon: What? We give up.
Van Pelt: I don't get it.
Cho: And how long were you and he romantically involved?
Rigsby: I just had to take her down, you know?
Lisbon: It's fascinating the way your mind works.
Jane: Did something good just happen?
Rigsby: Yeah, honestly, I'd like to kick your butt right now.
Cho: If you're thinking of trying that on, don't. Not your shade.
Lisbon: You allow him to pull that stuff again and you'll be showing visitors around the state house in a stupid hat.
Jane: Can't sleep alone, huh?
Lisbon: Never you mind.
Minelli: Wake up Dorothy. You are not in Kansas anymore.
Lisbon: Get lost, fluffy.
Van Pelt: How do you do that?
Jane: It's like believing in the Easter Bunny.
Cho: We're looking for someone who doesn't like orange rabbits.
Lisbon: You're being selfish and childish, and I want you to stop it!
Cho: Who would've thought.
Van Pelt: I don't get it.
Jane: Telekinesis.
Lisbon: That's great. Let me go make you a superhero costume.
Cho: You can cast spells?
Jane: No such thing as psychic powers.
Rigsby: It's just a silly alternative lifestyle, like Star Trek or yoga.
Jane: Because standing on your head listening to flute music is obviously the answer.
Lisbon: Why don't you two find out?
Van Pelt: I say we bring him in anyway for creepiness.
Rigsby: Oh, is that my problem?
Lisbon: What about the other 10%?
Cho: There's pineapple on it.
Lisbon: Do you have evidence?
Jane: I took the bullets out earlier.
Lisbon: This makes everything better, doesn't it?
Jane: Not exactly. It's a long story.
Lisbon: Yeah, he should have stuck to his day job.
Jane: This is God speaking. You've made me angry.
Lisbon: Bite me!
Jane: She's still grumpy with me, isn't she?
Cho: No way.
Lisbon: But not for the reason you think
Jane: A little grumpy cuz daddy didn't buy you a pony?
Lisbon: There's no need to gloat.
Jane: Honestly, it's not as bad as it looks.
Lisbon: Go to Hell. Take a toothbrush.
Jane: The Pocket Rocket, dynamite, heavily-armed, cute-as-a-button, Agent Teresa Lisbon...
Lisbon: You don't mean it.
Jane: Really? You don't trust me?
Lisbon: You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you.
Jane: It's upsetting to hear that.
Lisbon: You're being childish.
Jane: You'll see. Honesty's best.
Lisbon: I try.
Cho: I could arrest you for that.
Lisbon: Please, would you stop that!
Jane: Much too melodramatic.
Cho: Look, a goat. Goats are signs of Satan.
Lisbon: Oh hi, when did you get here?
Jane: Kid's a natural. Look at him. The Cho. No business like Cho business.
Minelli: Now we're arresting them. Hooray.
Jane: You'll never take me alive, copper.
Lisbon: What? We give up.
Van Pelt: I don't get it.
Cho: And how long were you and he romantically involved?
Rigsby: I just had to take her down, you know?
Lisbon: It's fascinating the way your mind works.
Jane: Did something good just happen?
Rigsby: Yeah, honestly, I'd like to kick your butt right now.
Cho: If you're thinking of trying that on, don't. Not your shade.
Lisbon: You allow him to pull that stuff again and you'll be showing visitors around the state house in a stupid hat.
Jane: Can't sleep alone, huh?
Lisbon: Never you mind.
Minelli: Wake up Dorothy. You are not in Kansas anymore.
Lisbon: Get lost, fluffy.
Van Pelt: How do you do that?
Jane: It's like believing in the Easter Bunny.
Cho: We're looking for someone who doesn't like orange rabbits.
Lisbon: You're being selfish and childish, and I want you to stop it!
Cho: Who would've thought.
Van Pelt: I don't get it.
Jane: Telekinesis.
Lisbon: That's great. Let me go make you a superhero costume.
Cho: You can cast spells?
Jane: No such thing as psychic powers.
Rigsby: It's just a silly alternative lifestyle, like Star Trek or yoga.
Jane: Because standing on your head listening to flute music is obviously the answer.
Lisbon: Why don't you two find out?
Van Pelt: I say we bring him in anyway for creepiness.
Rigsby: Oh, is that my problem?
Lisbon: What about the other 10%?
Cho: There's pineapple on it.
Lisbon: Do you have evidence?
Jane: I took the bullets out earlier.
Lisbon: This makes everything better, doesn't it?
Jane: Not exactly. It's a long story.
Lisbon: Yeah, he should have stuck to his day job.
Jane: This is God speaking. You've made me angry.
Lisbon: Bite me!
Jane: She's still grumpy with me, isn't she?
Cho: No way.
Lisbon: But not for the reason you think
Jane: A little grumpy cuz daddy didn't buy you a pony?
Lisbon: There's no need to gloat.
Jane: Honestly, it's not as bad as it looks.
Lisbon: Go to Hell. Take a toothbrush.
Jane: The Pocket Rocket, dynamite, heavily-armed, cute-as-a-button, Agent Teresa Lisbon...
Lisbon: You don't mean it.
Jane: Really? You don't trust me?
Lisbon: You're untrustworthy. It's my job not to trust you.
Jane: It's upsetting to hear that.
